Her knuckles show scars - scrapes from past fights against monsters in the night, burns from being careless around ovens and baking trays. Callouses from both sides of her life, livid white as she holds on.

"If that isn't already the extent of it, I..." Sometimes there are things you shouldn't learn are true, because when you do, you simply fold up. She refuses to fold.

"...I would like to have a seat, and a drink, before I hear it." What he's capable of.